For You

For you I’d save

a keen exchange:

‘How was your summer?’

‘It was never over....’

For you I’d turn

away the years –

one life to stretch;

stretched thin,

never broken,

doors to open, leading

to doors to open.

For you I’d give

both my hands,

and still I’d know

your touch,

its memory buried deep,

never a crutch

to catch me.

Never a lock

to latch me;

my mouth would open like a rose

and my love for you

would never wither.